What day is it, even?
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Sunday, February 28, 2010
Aimee Mullins
I saw this on another blog and felt I just had to post it. Such an important message...
-Karyn
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Quinny versus Belvedere
This is our dog Belvedere - he is a member of our family. Quinny started a new thing the past few weeks and she likes to go after Belvedere - touching him and tackling him. He has been good about jumping away, but the poor guy is being attacked by that little girl. Maybe he has to stay on the chair like in this photo because she can't get him there.
-Karyn
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
I Just Want LOVE, Not Politics
I have been quiet lately. A lot is going on, but I just haven't had the energy to blog until now. I have to say this though...
All I want is LOVE and not stupid politics.
I hate politics. Not as much as I hate Infantile Spasms, but still I hate politics a lot. It just gets in the way and divides when people should come together.
And now more than ever politics are interfering with my life.
I get questions about how do I feel about certain people in politics talking about the r-word. Somehow I get connected to another mother who has another beautiful child with Down syndrome who lives in a far off state. I do feel a bond with anyone who is the parent of a child with special needs (only those who have been to "Holland" knows what it is like), but that doesn't mean we are all the same. That doesn't mean I want another person's opinions and actions to be taken as my own.
I don't want Down syndrome to be associated with all this crap. I want to see beautiful images of people with Down syndrome. I want to see uplifting messages and not fighting, bickering, and carrying on.
I do hate the r-word and other insults, but I try to learn from my child and not attack people but educate them. Quinn has educated me more than anyone else in my whole life and she has done it with love, acceptance, and pushing me out of my comfort zone and not with arguments, mean comments, and hate.
I also don't watch shows like the Family Guy (it never appealed to me), and I personally do not have interest in the much talked about episode. Watching a comedic song titled "Down Syndrome Girl" doesn't really appeal to me when I have a beautiful girl who happens to have Down syndrome. That doesn't mean that I am against the episode or anything because I haven't seen it and quite personally I don't think I am in a good place right now to see something like that. I do applaud the beautiful young woman who happens to have Down syndrome who was employed by the show. I want to learn more about real people like her and see her beautiful face.
The thing I am sick and tired of is how even in our own community we get wrapped up in politics. Sides. All that.
I just hate it.
I went back to this clip today. Listen to the very first part. I think everyone needs to learn to be a little more like our kids, even me.
-Karyn
All I want is LOVE and not stupid politics.
I hate politics. Not as much as I hate Infantile Spasms, but still I hate politics a lot. It just gets in the way and divides when people should come together.
And now more than ever politics are interfering with my life.
I get questions about how do I feel about certain people in politics talking about the r-word. Somehow I get connected to another mother who has another beautiful child with Down syndrome who lives in a far off state. I do feel a bond with anyone who is the parent of a child with special needs (only those who have been to "Holland" knows what it is like), but that doesn't mean we are all the same. That doesn't mean I want another person's opinions and actions to be taken as my own.
I don't want Down syndrome to be associated with all this crap. I want to see beautiful images of people with Down syndrome. I want to see uplifting messages and not fighting, bickering, and carrying on.
I do hate the r-word and other insults, but I try to learn from my child and not attack people but educate them. Quinn has educated me more than anyone else in my whole life and she has done it with love, acceptance, and pushing me out of my comfort zone and not with arguments, mean comments, and hate.
I also don't watch shows like the Family Guy (it never appealed to me), and I personally do not have interest in the much talked about episode. Watching a comedic song titled "Down Syndrome Girl" doesn't really appeal to me when I have a beautiful girl who happens to have Down syndrome. That doesn't mean that I am against the episode or anything because I haven't seen it and quite personally I don't think I am in a good place right now to see something like that. I do applaud the beautiful young woman who happens to have Down syndrome who was employed by the show. I want to learn more about real people like her and see her beautiful face.
The thing I am sick and tired of is how even in our own community we get wrapped up in politics. Sides. All that.
I just hate it.
I went back to this clip today. Listen to the very first part. I think everyone needs to learn to be a little more like our kids, even me.
-Karyn
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Pervasiveness
Want to know how pervasive the use of the r-word is? Check out this sampling...
Please support spread the word to end the word!
-Karyn
Please support spread the word to end the word!
-Karyn
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
It Is About More Than American Idol
I cried. I actually cried. Tears welled up in my eyes as I learned the fate of Maddy Curtis. I felt a pain deep down in the center of my heart. I suppose some may think that I went overboard in my reaction to this young, talented girl I don't even know, but tonight was about much more than just a television program. It was about much more than American Idol. It was about acceptance for my daughter. It was about hope for her future being free from discrimination and hate.
Let me tell you about another experience this week, it might help you understand where I am coming from. I went to Target with Aidan this week. We were going along with our cart down the aisle. I could tell up ahead there was a woman with DS pushing her cart. I could just tell from behind - you tend to look for these signs when you have a child with special needs. This was the second time this week alone that I saw someone with DS. Normally I sneak glances at the individual with DS, glancing and wondering will be Quinn's future if this person is an adult, but this time was different. Instead of looking at the woman, I looked around me and took in other people's reactions. I watched the crowd around me. I saw a child watching this woman. He was walking backwards, unable to turn away from her. He had a disgusted look on his face. I saw his mother look and ignore his reaction to this woman. I saw ignorance. I saw discrimination. I saw hate. I decided right then and there that I have been approaching these types of situations entirely wrong. I will no longer steal glances at the individual with DS, I will instead watch those who think that no one is watching them. I will watch them. And I will let them see how it feels. I began staring at the child with a disgusted look on my own face until this child looked at me, noticed, and turned away. Sure, it is a child. I am an adult. Maybe it isn't nice of me, but I am tired of hate, prejudice, and discrimination. I see that this starts early. And it grows. It festers. It turns into use of words that hurt. It causes pain.
I then turned to watching Aidan. Thankfully, he saw this woman, glanced at her, and then kept on talking and going about his business. I was so proud of my baby boy in that moment. I know that Quinn has touched our lives so much. I know that my boys will be better people for having Quinn. I get Maddy Curtis' message. I feel it in my heart.
So why do I care about Maddy Curtis? Because she represented hope for me....hope that others will see the beauty and love in the faces of individuals with DS and the faces of those who love them. Her brothers would have been cheering her on in the audience. DS would have been discussed. Maybe it would have been possible for others to see some positive images of DS instead of the multitude of negative ones. She represented my hope that one less person would stare and look like that at my daughter. I am so sorry Maddy that this didn't work out for you. You just don't know how sorry I am. Thanks for sharing your story and the beauty of having someone with DS in your life. I thank you. Quinn thanks you. We all thank you. It was about so much more than a television show for us.
-Karyn
Let me tell you about another experience this week, it might help you understand where I am coming from. I went to Target with Aidan this week. We were going along with our cart down the aisle. I could tell up ahead there was a woman with DS pushing her cart. I could just tell from behind - you tend to look for these signs when you have a child with special needs. This was the second time this week alone that I saw someone with DS. Normally I sneak glances at the individual with DS, glancing and wondering will be Quinn's future if this person is an adult, but this time was different. Instead of looking at the woman, I looked around me and took in other people's reactions. I watched the crowd around me. I saw a child watching this woman. He was walking backwards, unable to turn away from her. He had a disgusted look on his face. I saw his mother look and ignore his reaction to this woman. I saw ignorance. I saw discrimination. I saw hate. I decided right then and there that I have been approaching these types of situations entirely wrong. I will no longer steal glances at the individual with DS, I will instead watch those who think that no one is watching them. I will watch them. And I will let them see how it feels. I began staring at the child with a disgusted look on my own face until this child looked at me, noticed, and turned away. Sure, it is a child. I am an adult. Maybe it isn't nice of me, but I am tired of hate, prejudice, and discrimination. I see that this starts early. And it grows. It festers. It turns into use of words that hurt. It causes pain.
I then turned to watching Aidan. Thankfully, he saw this woman, glanced at her, and then kept on talking and going about his business. I was so proud of my baby boy in that moment. I know that Quinn has touched our lives so much. I know that my boys will be better people for having Quinn. I get Maddy Curtis' message. I feel it in my heart.
So why do I care about Maddy Curtis? Because she represented hope for me....hope that others will see the beauty and love in the faces of individuals with DS and the faces of those who love them. Her brothers would have been cheering her on in the audience. DS would have been discussed. Maybe it would have been possible for others to see some positive images of DS instead of the multitude of negative ones. She represented my hope that one less person would stare and look like that at my daughter. I am so sorry Maddy that this didn't work out for you. You just don't know how sorry I am. Thanks for sharing your story and the beauty of having someone with DS in your life. I thank you. Quinn thanks you. We all thank you. It was about so much more than a television show for us.
-Karyn
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Power of Something
Imagine being stuck in nothing.
Nothing happening.
A whole lot of NOTHING.
Why is nothing happening?
That isn't all.
You are constantly reminded that you are different from even those who are different.
You hear all about the happenings of others - the things they are learning and doing - and then all you have is nothing much happening.
Reminders all the time.
The others - those with DS and those who are typical. Story after story.
You begin to feel like an outcast.
You begin to wonder why you? Why your child? Why?
But I am lucky, I realize. Because now I have something. It is a miracle and a blessing.
The power of something.
Tonight it was unbelievable. Quinn recognized me, smiled a wide smile, and quickly crawled to me.
That is something. Your child recognizing you, moving, and loving you!
This might seem small to some, but it is huge when you were stuck in the muck of nothing.
There is a power to having something happen - especially when you felt that you were destined for a whole lot of nothing.
Thank you something.
I hate seizures. But once again I am struck with what they taught me.
So ironic.
-Karyn
Nothing happening.
A whole lot of NOTHING.
Why is nothing happening?
That isn't all.
You are constantly reminded that you are different from even those who are different.
You hear all about the happenings of others - the things they are learning and doing - and then all you have is nothing much happening.
Reminders all the time.
The others - those with DS and those who are typical. Story after story.
You begin to feel like an outcast.
You begin to wonder why you? Why your child? Why?
But I am lucky, I realize. Because now I have something. It is a miracle and a blessing.
The power of something.
Tonight it was unbelievable. Quinn recognized me, smiled a wide smile, and quickly crawled to me.
That is something. Your child recognizing you, moving, and loving you!
This might seem small to some, but it is huge when you were stuck in the muck of nothing.
There is a power to having something happen - especially when you felt that you were destined for a whole lot of nothing.
Thank you something.
I hate seizures. But once again I am struck with what they taught me.
So ironic.
-Karyn
Monday, February 1, 2010
Dance Like Nobody's Watching
It is February! Wow, where does the time go?
I finally had a little time to explore for more documentaries related to DS. I found this little gem. Please watch. I am in totally agreement with Paul's mother, I am completely different because of having Quinny.
-Karyn
I finally had a little time to explore for more documentaries related to DS. I found this little gem. Please watch. I am in totally agreement with Paul's mother, I am completely different because of having Quinny.
-Karyn
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